oh for cryin' out loud.
I'M NOT ATTACHED.
yes, prom has caused many a misunderstanding.
the person who gave me flowers was a nice classmate.
period.
i shall explain no more.


reviewed much.
didnt it feel great to serve God?
yea, yea it did.


you're making things harder.
i dont know why, we gain distance.
didnt you tell me what i told you too.
why cant you see right through me.
beyond all the formalities and insanity.
you've looked away, walked away.
yet i've never lost the hope to be part of your life.
maybe you dont need it.
you've got it, and you know it.
or you've just moved on.
why the struggle to hold on to our widening berth.
i dont cease to bewilder myself.
never thought i'd write about you eh.
this paragraph longer than it should've been.
what went sour, i do not know.
the truth of what you told me that night, i do not know.
but anyway, you're going in soon.
it doesnt matter, we're losing time.
well, who would've known.
i guess that birthday call was just another perfunctory, reciprocative gesture.


but our time is running out
you cant push it underground
you cant stop it screaming out
how did it come to this.

perfection at 6:45 PM